Past, Present, Future.

 Once a upon a time,
There was a girl; Young and insecure.
Bright shining green eyes,
Always masking under her messy curls.
Smiling in the darkest storms,
And laughing with others,
As if oblivious.
Shoved and taunted.
Bullied and cut off.
She started crying,
Waiting for that helpful, reaching hand.
Years, years..
Now age twelve, her orbs hold distance;
Icy rage and hate.
She found drugs,
She found her sanctuary; Her gang.
As if a mask was permanently sewed,
She hid the emotions.
Running the streets like a ruler;
Only a deep facade.
Lifeless green,
Simply watching as the blood ran down.
Years, years..
Now age fifteen.
The pills, the drugs;
It erupted fury in her.
A monster in the pits of hell.
She avoids the mirrors,
Afraid to see what would stare back.
She was tired,
She was sick.
She has scars for the horrid reminder,
She has nightmares night after night.

She was me.
She is me.